Little Joys Tom Rosenthal

Little joys, little joys, little joys, little joys

You, the last speaker of your language
One day, I might understand it
This old heart won't turn into another
This old life won't take me to another

You, the last musing of the morning
When the tasks no longer are calling
Send me into the long night with all the
Send me into the long night with all the

Little joys, little joys, little joys, little joys
Little joys, little joys, little joys
Of the finite

You, the one smiling in the photo
Like you knew it might be on the wall
This old heart won't turn into another
This old road won't take me to another

You, the thought now never interrupted
Before the doom, the dark, there was light
Send me into the long night with all the
Send me into the long night with all your